Sing tae me the auld sangs that ah learnt when a bairn,
Sitting at ma mithers knee hearin the lilting tunes,
Carrying me far awa in ma mind
Wurds o the land whaur ah live
An love aw the deys o ma life.
The auld sangs o Caledonia uv heroes ,fermers an unco ithers,
Auld yins wi tales tae tell o plooghmen wi ther hoarses
Running trecks in the fields
Ready fur seed hoping tae grow,
Berley,oats and wheat an aw.
O shepherds an ther dugs so clever an quick,
Chasing the yowes ower hill an glen,
Hardy people wummin an men,
Oot in a wethers hail,rain ur sna,
Lookin fur the yin that’s lost.
Auld sangs bring memories back pintin the wey tae gaw,
Daw we daur tae learn from them wisdom an aw,
Wi a sigh an a tear in oor een,
At the end o the year wi sentiment seen
Auld sangs agin lustily sung.
Andrew mcintyre 18 lanuary 2021.
When I first met Darlin' Lil
she was naked and trembling cold,
needing the care of a tender infant,
though pushing fifty and getting old.
"B-a-a-a-d Baby," said Darlin' Lil,
"B-a-a-a-d brain." Her memories spill.
I cleaned her body
and dressed her for the day,
wheeled her into the kitchen,
where her meals must be pureed.
Set her up at the dining table,
where each meal is slowly spoon fed,
"I pray," said Darlin' Lil,
"Oh Gaw-w-w-d." That's all she said.
I acknowledged her prayer with a reverent nod.
"B-a-a-a-d Baby," said Darlin' Lil,
B-a-a-a-d brain. she remembers still.
"who called you a bad baby?" I asked.
"Muther-er-er," she replied.
"Mother was wrong," I assured her,
"Mother's been wrong all along."
There's a soul in her body
who bit off the bitterest pill,
her mother was a heroin addict,
and Darlin' Lil is in there still.
I told her she was a wonderful young woman,
and she smiled at me and we laughed,
A whole world of joy shown in her eyes,
one of them still blackened,
"She fell," her mama said,
but I think mama lied.
Wag, gaw, art, rat, tar, tea, eat, ate
An avid scrabble player, I can see two or three words
Simultaneously now.
I see mthabta and think bathmat.
I have received best game of the week
For three years worth of weeks.
I do not say this as a brag.
My point is that I like word games.
WoKn TWha I mean?
If I could quit competing I would, but there is this
competition maniac inside me that will not let me stop.
Mmtyxad excites me because it has big-point letters.
Q and J are both worth ten points as is Z
But if it is toward the end of a game you will
probably be stuck with them.
Although ZA and JO and QI are scrabble words.
I am excited by the strategies I can use too.
I have not played hundreds of word games.
I have not played thousands of word games.
I have played tens of thousands of word games.
Online within the last four years. Bbtedqs.
Just one of my little compulsions.
lokt dikshuneri
kipin eet, kees laustt
diss iys hardd
lokt mynd
kent tingk
wer diyd mye
spelink en mynd gaw?
awt da weendoe
nid napp baad
Zip Zap Zoom Zoop
I love these kind of words
their very presence makes me smile
A jump in my heart as these words come forth
as I see the words
splat and boom
gaw and he haw
little words
that have no real purpose but
to remind me that life
is suppose to be fun